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Qingqing hasn't eaten for a long time. Now the table is full of delicious food, and she can't maintain her elegance. She takes a bowl of rice and starts to eat it.

"Did the son-in-law have dinner?" After eating half full, Qingqing finally gives some thoughts to Feng Yu.

Mother Zheng put a green vegetable in the bowl and said with a smile, "my husband-in-law has already used it." Putting down her chopsticks, mother Zheng continued, "the princess is only eating now. Is the time for dinner postponed?"

Qingqing nodded casually and said, "Mammy, you are the master." After struggling to swallow the food in his mouth, Qingqing said, "the emperor's son-in-law is late for dinner. Later, you can ask Yuyan to see if the emperor's son-in-law's dinner is with our palace."

Mother Zheng should be smiling, see Qingqing bowl empty, took over, and then added a bowl of rice to Qingqing.

As night slowly falls, the Yellow moonlight pours down, and the whole Princess mansion seems to be shrouded, quiet and mysterious.

"Princess, it's cold. Please go back with me."

Qingqing is just like a child standing in the courtyard, closing her eyes and opening her hands, enjoying the feeling of moonlight on her.

Qingqing opens her eyes and looks at the semicircle on the top. A kind of melancholy rises in her heart.

She felt very lonely. She wanted to find her memory quickly, live her own life and live for herself instead of worrying about other people's lives every day.

"Let's go." He took a deep breath, dispelled the haze in his heart, and then said, "is the kitchen preparing for dinner?"

"It's all ready, but what does the princess want to eat?" Yuyan can feel Qingqing's bad mood, but her fear of the original owner is deep-rooted, so she can't ask the master like mammy Zheng.

"In that case, you can go to our palace and have a look. For the first time, the son-in-law is listening to a meal in Xiangyuan. You can't be careless." Qingqing knows that her mood is wrong again, so she wants to find something to do and divert her attention.

Yuyan was in a bit of a dilemma. She said that the dirty place in the kitchen was not for the princess to go to, but she didn't dare to speak. She could only accompany Qingqing and pray secretly that mammy Zheng didn't know about it.

The cooks in the kitchen are all royal cooks, and their taste is as light as yesterday's birthday.

Earlier, I was worried that if the taste changed suddenly, it would arouse people's suspicion. Now I find that it's unnecessary. Even if it's strange, I'm afraid that she is the master and doesn't dare to pass it on.

Besides, there are many people who suddenly change their taste. Even if they suspect that as long as she uses the original owner's body, she will have reason to refute.

"See you princess." The people in the kitchen see Qingqing appear in the kitchen, quickly put down their work to please.

"Don't be polite. Get up and go on. I'll just have a look."

Qingqing glanced at the half sized kitchen, looked at the neat and clean food, nodded: "what's the dinner ready?" Qingqing walks around to a little eunuch, looks at the whole chicken in his hand and laughs.

The eunuch was flattered, so he bent over with the whole chicken and said, "Princess Hui, tonight the dining room has prepared pickled chicken, crispy duck, shredded chicken wings, ginseng black chicken soup, stir fried cabbage and some cakes."

Qingqing nodded, two people eat these dishes or more, but mammy Zheng said these things must, do not allow her to reduce, she did not say anything.

"It's all good. Then everyone will be rewarded two liang silver a month."

Although the taste of the dishes doesn't meet the requirements of Qingqing, if they are made according to the taste of the original owner, these dishes really use a lot of thought, and it's the best thing to reward them.

Everyone present was very happy. Xie wanen worked harder.

Qingqing smiles with satisfaction. Recalling the dish name just reported by the little eunuch, she goes to chef Zhang and says to him, "make another spicy shredded chicken. It needs more salt." Qingqing wanted him to add spicy if he could, but when she thought that she was not the only one to eat, she ordered.

Chef Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then he could not help thinking: has the princess changed her taste? I have to write it down.